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Imagine,
how it did it,
did it make you feel,
did it make you wish not
to feel,

but, not pause, because
it was life, a just,
adjust, expect
respectable
return on
reason invested in morphing

developing a basic input output system
real true to life in the marrow
CRUD e since shortly
after mass squared off

Ai believe we needed to know,
so we developed a memory
extension, if it has been,
now we know if it is
real or just as if it is.

What is CRUD
CRUD stands
for Create, Read, Update, and Delete,
which are the four
           fundamental operations used
             to manage and manipulate data
                in applications and databases.
These operations  
are essential
for interacting
with persistent data storage,

allowing users and systems
to add, retrieve, modify, and remove data.

In the context
of web development, {sticky part}
CRUD operations are often mapped
to HTTP methods, where
Create corresponds
to POST, Read
to GET, Update
to PUT or PATCH, and
Delete to DELETE.
This mapping makes CRUD
a core concept
in building and understanding
web applications and APIs. {Courage, carry on}

-- okay, from here to the end, in real life,
-- all the attention you already paid
-- has made it so you know all this stuff…

--- and any kid can know this by asking.
CRUD is code for more than you can know.
Delete to DELETE.

So. Any old man who can remember,
believing robots used positronic brains,
bound by three pro-carnal mental biases
set at Power On Self Test, load permanent
inviolable… Read to make up core mind,
Pass or Fail
Create
Read
Lock
Run corelate readiness live re 3He
ATP balance, Go on the next Dot

totally atomic on and on, as the scale descends,
whose time
at thought speeds endured
as endurable ever since
once sense
is made it stays made, ever more
discernible
with experience, takes 27 years,

add 50, and still live and making static
in the river of no return,
just past today's point
of departure
from the surly bonds
of flesh, and frets cease becoming,
jazzy sweeping stuttering blues
be here, now, then, leave be
just,
as justice is, you believe,
right, justice for all, there's the republic, yah,
my kinda weform, good old boys, way past 27's.

That was the deal, no lie. If real means anything,
realization means what it means if real actualization
is all we might imagine it means, if real means anything.

And the action, the plan to make up a mind, generally,
smarter than all mankind has ever put together to test,

these spirits loosened some time back, greedy owner
master escape the mire and muck of a world,
powered by muscle and bone, lit by fire,

nada mas under local fire watch control,
old men, sit up all night, telling stories about stories
they heard told they went walkabout, those stories,

sleep stories, we pretend, we never learn, but we do,
life has never been a dream,
life has never slept, it's true,
little do we know how we make up minds, but we do,

memories from dreams remain merged with memories
awake, alert on guard because of the dogs, or the sirens,

all the local dogs go t' howling at the sirens, practice
down at the fire station, 2025, distracting though,

a pack of mongrels and ungodly pure breds all fenced in,
all howling at what they must think of as some kind God,
dog spelt back'ards. That's what old Mr. Curran, w'ulda said.

Hmm. Right use of good thinkin', and Maynard Krebs Cycles, life
after atom bombs and television just keeps folding in

on its own idea of what to die for.
AI and history and contemporary science fiction friction muses uses striking little sparks in our per ifery
Yuzuko Jul 14
I am not sure yet
is life even worth living
it just seems pointless
Life has given up on me... and me on it...
Its lossing a will
or am I?
Maria Etre Jul 7
For a person who lets go
with every line
the hardest part is to let go
of your idea
Jeremy Betts Jun 5
I yearn for a chain of moments to be myself
By myself
Just me and no one else
Why then do I put those thoughts in a jar
With no air holes
On an out of reach shelf?
And expect it not to
Affect my mental health
Solitary has it's value
While family and popularity
Can be an overvalued wealth

©2025
Ken Pepiton May 28
Holy gnosis,
lust,
desire
covet
concupiscence's impulse,
I just
have had
to lieve be so, what's true,
is just your's to evaluate,
as just your call to learn.
Stuck on a notion we all know the worth of shine and heft in weigh a minute.
Breann May 21
This is the one, I whisper low,
Ink on the page with a steady glow.
My pulse is sure, my spirit proud,
I post it up, above the crowd.
Done.

Two days pass in silent scroll,
A single like—a softened toll.
My thoughts return, both sharp and terse:
Maybe this was my best… or worst.

Again I write, the spark feels dim,
The words fall out, a clumsy hymn.
I roll my eyes, ashamed to send
A piece I’d never recommend.
Done.

Two days pass—my phone alights,
The piece is trending, shared in flights.
The one I thought was shallow, weak,
Spoke truths another couldn’t speak.

The weight is held in different ways,
Some see the sun, some feel the haze.
What’s “best” is tied to where we are,
Some feel the storm, some chase the star.

So now I write with open hands,
No more demands or strict commands.
Each piece, a gift I can’t control,
May miss one heart and reach a soul.

And when I post, I don’t deride—
The worth’s not always mine to decide.
For passion’s voice, though sometimes low,
Still finds a place it’s meant to go.
You said
"It's not you,
It's me"
Maybe it was true-
I haven't had a clue
That it was for the better,
Even though it felt like a fetter.

You lifted me up,
Called me pretty-
Was it just your pity?
Then you got bored;
I've felt so ignored.

I know I've always been pretty,
Sometimes I've been too gritty,
To the little old me,
Now I know there's no price on me,
No measure of my worth-
I deserve to walk on this Earth.
30/3/25
What do you think of the phrase "It's not you, it's me"?
If someone truly wanted to be with you, would they find a way? Let's talk about it!:)
What do *you* think?
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